~Laurent
What the hell was she thinking? Going up against a B rank and not just a B rank, Hadrin Voss. If not that I knew how capable she was and wanted to have faith, I would’ve joined the medics in preparing the stretchers and first aid for when she loses.
I swallowed hard and leaned forward in my seat, elbows on my knees. “Please don’t die doing something dumb,” I muttered under my breath.
The referee raised his arm. “Match two—begin!”
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Ciela didn’t hesitate. Her eyes flared faint blue and the stones beneath her feet cracked, shards of rock lifting into the air. She flicked her wrist and sent them flying toward Hadrin. They cut through the air fast, sharp—like she’d thrown a hailstorm.
Hadrin didn’t even flinch. His body shrank in on itself, muscles collapsing, bones folding inwa
